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I’ve seen a lot of women who haven’t had much luck,
I’ve seen you looking like you’ve been run down by a truck;
That ain’t nice to say, sometimes I guess I’m really hard,
But I’m gonna put buckshot in your pants if you step into my yard.

When I watch the police come by and move you on,
Well, I sometimes wonder what’s beneath the mess you’ve become;
Well, you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women’s wear,
But all you got was a mop-up job, washing other people’s stairs.

I’m gonna tell the world you’re a dirty little girl,
Someone grab that bitch by the ears;
Rub her down, scrub her back,
And turn her inside out,
‘Cause I bet she hasn’t had a bath in years.

Here’s my own belief about all the dirty girls –
That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl;
And like rags that belong to you, I belong to myself,
So don’t show up round here ‘till your social worker’s helped.